Dying,On an earth that allows you to breathe.On an earth that allows you to eat.On an earth that allows you to drink.On an Earth that allows you to,DreamEverything we need to make our exit as graceful as possible...
Momma Earth
Baggage Full Of Bricks
Numb where I thought I'd never be.A temple disturbed by pressure I've refused to remove from my shoulders… "Got to get the next buck…I just,Need to know that I can eat tonight and the next…" Yet,All I can think of is,Cutting off each strap from a backpack scuffed by each of my attempts to either... Continue Reading →
Can’t We Just Talk?
If we're really meant to be,I want our first time to be special.No rush.Just,Two souls shining light amongst each other in the name of love.Letting time fly by in each other's arms,Without being desperate to touch each other in places I'd rather keep private... Aren't you sick and tired of the world normalizing what should... Continue Reading →
Yeah, Right. “I’m Not Alone.”
So weird,Writing this piece during my recovery.Because,I've lived a life rife with mistakes I'm trying to right before I'm dead,In a grave,With no chance to rebuttal each critic of my existence.And,I can't use a voice I've seemed to have burned out by belching complaint after complaint from the top of my lungs.All over anger and... Continue Reading →
Choices To Make
Overthinking is a bad habit a lot of us get into.Every time I can't seem to make the pen move,I get confused,Because,It's all I want to do,But,When I wake up I tend a choose,A blunt I shouldn't be lighting up inside of my room.Clouded!By the smoke twirling all around me while I'm shrouded by so... Continue Reading →
Tooth Too Sweet
Metaphors and punchlines?You get tired of forcing them when all you can think about is your recovery from,Pain.Whether it be emotional,Physical,Or both,Pain only gets stronger the more you sugarcoat what isn't meant to be sweet.So,I've had to cut back.Cutting back on similes and such invigorating my sweet tooth before I can no longer have any... Continue Reading →
Wind Tunnels
A troubled mind travels through wind tunnels of angst and despair,Colder than a night below 30° without a blanket in sight.Forever cursed by idle hands refusing to write their own life story… Yet,On a search it goes!A search that won't conclude unless you face yourself along every waning goal,It promised it'd never let go of…... Continue Reading →
Nights At The Museum
Eyes glare at me as if I'm a museum exhibit.Stuck behind walls made of glass,But,The art I display is not for show while I fix my act and revitalize my waning spirit.Yet,Others stare,And stare,With a chuckle here and there,After witnessing what most in New York city call a tragedy.A pair of hole-ridden shoes with the... Continue Reading →
Pain Is Honest
Do you know why others hate it when you're too honest with your pain? Because, Most carry shame for their past while you're brave enough to face it, To able to live happily another day. So, We are forced to stand tall, Alone. Dealing with trials and tribulations with a smile we fake until we... Continue Reading →
The Calling
Keep looking for the light But, Give the sun some time to rise and shine. There will be clouds, There will be doubts, But, There will be nights, Where you look up at the sky, No matter how dark it is and, Cry. Tears of joy you wipe, With every ounce of love being poured... Continue Reading →
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